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swissmargTitle: The Baker Street Nativity Advent Calendar (22/24)
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frodosweetstuff and lorelei_lee1968, who wanted Gladstone's POV, and sort of JPerceval on AO3, who wanted more about Gladstone and the 'bed adventures'
Rating: PG
Word count: Every installment has 221 words (on my computer)
Characters: Gladstone, background John/Sherlock
Timeline: Sometime after chapter 23
Disclaimer: This is a transformative work inspired by the BBC television series Sherlock, created by Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat, and the 2009 movie Nativity! from Mirrorball Films.
Summary: This is a series of 221b drabbles set in and around The Baker Street Nativity and will make very little sense without having read that first. These drabbles may also contain spoilers for the main story. They are not posted in any particular order, and will jump around in time. I will try to give you some idea of where each drabble fits within (or before or after) the main story in the 'Timeline' field in the header. This series has not been beta read.
The new human was nice. Not as nice as his human, of course, but fun to pal around with. Fairly decent at throwing things so Gladstone could demonstrate his expertise at bringing them back. Good at ear-scratching and tummy-rubbing. Even shared his food sometimes.
Gladstone was put out at first when they sent him out when they rough-housed. Although Gladstone did sometmes find it distressing, hearing his human groan and cry out as if in pain. He wasn't always sure it was a game. And he had some rather yummy chew toys in his new dog bed, so perhaps it was best.
Gladstone did get anxious when the two of them went out alone, though - expressing his opinion on whatever handy article of clothing happened to be lying about. Sometimes they returned hours later in a frightful state: clothing torn (even worse than Gladstone had managed), smelling like other people's waste or burnt things, and worst of all, blood, often their own. Gladstone did his best to patch them up, licking wherever he could reach, but the new human thought he could do it better, wiping sharp-smelling chemicals over their wounds. Gladstone supposed he had to make allowances. Because no matter his faults or how much he'd disrupted his human's life, he was part of their pack now. A brother.
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Prompter:
frodosweetstuff and lorelei_lee1968, who wanted Gladstone's POV, and sort of JPerceval on AO3, who wanted more about Gladstone and the 'bed adventures'Rating: PG
Word count: Every installment has 221 words (on my computer)
Characters: Gladstone, background John/Sherlock
Timeline: Sometime after chapter 23
Disclaimer: This is a transformative work inspired by the BBC television series Sherlock, created by Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat, and the 2009 movie Nativity! from Mirrorball Films.
Summary: This is a series of 221b drabbles set in and around The Baker Street Nativity and will make very little sense without having read that first. These drabbles may also contain spoilers for the main story. They are not posted in any particular order, and will jump around in time. I will try to give you some idea of where each drabble fits within (or before or after) the main story in the 'Timeline' field in the header. This series has not been beta read.
Twenty-Two: Gladstone
The new human was nice. Not as nice as his human, of course, but fun to pal around with. Fairly decent at throwing things so Gladstone could demonstrate his expertise at bringing them back. Good at ear-scratching and tummy-rubbing. Even shared his food sometimes.
Gladstone was put out at first when they sent him out when they rough-housed. Although Gladstone did sometmes find it distressing, hearing his human groan and cry out as if in pain. He wasn't always sure it was a game. And he had some rather yummy chew toys in his new dog bed, so perhaps it was best.
Gladstone did get anxious when the two of them went out alone, though - expressing his opinion on whatever handy article of clothing happened to be lying about. Sometimes they returned hours later in a frightful state: clothing torn (even worse than Gladstone had managed), smelling like other people's waste or burnt things, and worst of all, blood, often their own. Gladstone did his best to patch them up, licking wherever he could reach, but the new human thought he could do it better, wiping sharp-smelling chemicals over their wounds. Gladstone supposed he had to make allowances. Because no matter his faults or how much he'd disrupted his human's life, he was part of their pack now. A brother.
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Date: 2013-12-22 02:33 pm (UTC)I found the bit about Gladstone licking wounds really touching and hehehehe, the "roughhousing". :D Perfect!
Thank you!
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